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Escorted by one of the nurses The Doctor moved through Ward 26 in search of whoever it was that sent him the message on his psychic paper.

"Nice place" the Time Lord commented, deciding he didn't like the lack of conversation. "No shop, downstairs. I'd have a shop. Not a big one, just a shop. So people can shop."

"This is a place of healing" the nurse stated, confused as to why anyone would want a shop in a hospital.

"A shop does some people some good. Not me. Other people" The Doctor trailed of as he remembered his recent shopping trip with Rose and Jackie as they happily shopped for clothes and other baby supplies for Harry. It didn't help that The Doctor had unlimited credit.

"The Sisters of Plentitude take a lifelong vow to help, and to mend" the cat nurse declared. The Doctor passed the first cubicle, not really looking at it, but this was enough raise the ire of the patient's personal aid, a rather stern looking woman.

"Excuse me! Members of the public may only gaze upon the Duke of Manhattan with written permission from the Senate of New New York." Turning his attention from the rather high-strung woman, The Doctor noticed the patient's condition, his body was slowly turning to stone.

"That's Petriford Regression, right?" the Time Lord asked, concerned for the man.

"I'm dying, sir. A lifetime of charity and abstinence, and it ends like this" said the Duke, barely able to move his jaw. Worried that this statement could be used against him, the woman was quick to act as his political defense.

"Any statements made by the Duke of Manhattan may not be made public without official clearance."

"Frau Clovis! I'm so weak" the Duke whispered to his aid, who then rushed to take the dying man's hand. It looked as if she was going to say something before she remembered their 'audience.'

"Sister Jatt, a little privacy, please." Having no problem with this, The Doctor and the nurse continued on their way.

"He'll be up and about in no time" Sister Jatt assured, but The Doctor wasn't as optimistic.

"I doubt it. Petrifold Regression? He's turning to stone. There won't be a cure for oh, a thousand years? He might be up and about, but only as a statue" he said sadly. The cat nun however was firm in her beliefs.

"Have faith in the Sisterhood" the cat nun looked around slightly agitated that they couldn't find the patient The Doctor was here to visit. "But is there no one you recognize? It's rather unusual to visit without knowing the patient.

"No I think I found him" The Doctor smiled, having spotted a familiar face. Resting inside a container with the most picturesque view of the outside, was none other than the Face of Boe. Relieved to have ended their search Sister Jatt quickly hands The Doctor over to the Face of Boe's caretaker, Novice Hame.

"I'm afraid the Face of Boe's asleep. That's all he tends to do these days. Are you a friend, or…." Hame trailed off leaving him to fill in the blank.

"We met just the once on Platform One. What's wrong with him?"

"I'm so sorry. I thought you knew. The Face of Boe is dying" the nun informed regretfully.

"Of what?"

"Old age. The one thing we can't cure. He's thousands of years old. Some people say millions, although that's impossible."

"Oh, I don't know. I like impossible." The Doctor smirked, impossible was basically what he lived for. Kneeling before the tank the Time Lord hoped the Face of Boe would recognize him in this new body. "I'm here. I look a bit different, but it's me, It's The Doctor."


Cautiously Rose followed after the strange man, doing her best to keep the frightened Harry calm while leaving plenty of room for them to make their escape. Metal pipe in hand she followed him past some plastic flaps where she spotted an old projector showing the film of a party. The strange thing was the film seemed to focus on a single blond woman but it was only once she spoke did everything click.

"I mean, you never know what your life is going to be like, ever. I'm bored with this drink. Anyway. Oh, hello darling! Now, don't. Stop it" the woman spoke as she flirted and socialized with the people in the film. The thing was Rose recognized that voice and she didn't like what it meant.

"Wait a minute, that's…"

"Peekaboo" Cassandra called condescendingly, her appearance hadn't changed since the last time Rose had saw her, still just a stretched out piece of skin with a mouth and eyes sown in.

"Don't you come near me Cassandra" Rose threatened, bringing her pipe up defensively while positioning herself to keep Harry out of the direct line of fire.

"Why? What do you think I'll do? Flap you to death?" she sneered. Rose had to agree on her own Cassandra was no threat but she hadn't forgotten about her little helper.

"Yeah, what about Gollum over there?"

"Oh that's just Chip. He's my pet." Cassandra explained.

"I worship the mistress" Chip spoke, barking like a good little lapdog before following his mistress's command to moisturize her, which he happily did using a large spray bottle.

"He's not even a proper life form. He's a force grown clone. I modeled him after my favorite pattern. But he's so faithful and he takes care of all my physical needs" Cassandra explained, Rose sincerely hoped she just meant food and the stupid little spritzing she needed. "Though I can't help but notice you've got a little pet of your own."

"Leave him out of this Cassandra" Rose growled, holding Harry protectively. "How comes you're still alive?"

"After you murdered me" Cassandra hissed, but Rose wasn't in the mood for false sympathy and countered that what happened was the fault of her own evil schemes. Chip explained that Cassandra's brain and eyes were salvaged from their last meeting at the end of the original Earth. Rose found it particularly funny to hear that the skin forming Cassandra's "body" was skin from the backside of her original body.

"The mistress was lucky to survive. Chip secreted m'lady into the hospital" the clone stated protectively. This worried Rose for if no one knew they were here then she was left alone with her enemies, with baby Harry in hand.

"But I'm so alone, hidden down here. The last Human in existence" Cassandra lamented, but Rose wasn't having any of that.

"Oh don't start with that again. They've called this place New Earth." But Cassandra merely dismissed it, calling it a vegetable patch.

"And there's millions of Humans out there. Millions of them" Rose bragged to the delusional relic. Again Cassandra dismissed New Earth calling the humans, mutant stock. Rose wouldn't hear it though "They just evolved, Cassandra. They just evolved like they're supposed too."

What was so wrong with evolving? It was a necessary part of life and New Earth was proof that humanity was thriving, if you didn't evolve you died. Even little Harry was proof of that even without his Time Lord DNA from the Tardis, he was still part Carrionite from his birth parents and if The Doctor was correct it was that unique background that kept him alive.

But Cassandra was more concerned with watching the projection, lost in her memories. "Oh, I remember that night. Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace. That was the last time anyone told me I was beautiful. After that it all became such hard work."

"Well, you've got a knack for survival, I'll give you that" Rose said dismissively, as she slowly maneuvered herself towards the exit.

"Oh but I've not been idle, Rose. Tucked away underneath this hospital. I've been listening. The Sisters are hiding something." This peaked Rose's interest but not enough to stop making her way to the door.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh these cats have secrets. Hush, let me whisper. Come closer." Cassandra implored. But Rose had heard enough and made a break for the exit only to be caught in an energy field. "Chip, activate the psychograft" she demanded, sending her slave to do his work.

"What I can't move. Cassandra what have you done?!" Rose shouted in panic, Harry having been frightened by the energy field started crying as he understood his new mother couldn't take him away from the scary face.

"The Lady's moving on. It's goodbye trampoline, and hello blondie" Cassandra announced as a whoosh of energy moved from her into Rose. With the transfer complete Rose's body collapsed to the floor, thankfully without injury the poor crying infant. Chip quickly moved to assist the fallen woman, who revealed herself to be Cassandra now inhabiting Rose's body.


The Doctor handed a cup of water to Novice Hame, who gladly accepted it with a smile.

"That's very kind. There's no need" as far as she was concerned she was just doing her job, no need for simple gesture of kindness and gratitude. Of course The Doctor wasn't having any of that.

"You're the one working" he reminded her, but the cat nurse stayed humble.

"There's not much to do, just maintain his smoke. And I suppose I'm company. I can hear him singing, sometimes, in my mind. Such ancient songs."

"Am I the only visitor?" Questioned The Doctor. With reverence Novice Hame explained to the Time Lord.

"The rest of Boe-kind became extinct long ago. He's the only one left. Legend says that the Face of Boe has watched the universe grow old. There's all sorts of superstitions around him. One story says that just before his death, the Face of Boe will impart his great secret, that he will speak those words only to one like himself."

"What does that mean?"

"It's said he'll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home. The lonely God." The Doctor couldn't help but see parallels there. He was involved somehow with the Face of Boe and he wanted to know what it could possibly be that he wanted to tell him.


"Look at me. From class to brass." Cassandra hollered in horror, looking at the reflection of her stolen body. At first she didn't seem pleased but then she reconsidered. "Although, oh, curves. Oh, baby, it's like living inside a bouncy castle!"

"The mistress is beautiful" cheered Chip, feeding Cassandra's ever inflated ego.

"Absolutement"she said happily in a French like accent. Even the destruction of her own body wasn't enough to ruin Cassandra's mood, but Harry's ever incessant crying was. "Would you shut this little snot rag up" she hissed, carelessly tossing the baby to Chip.

"But what of the Rose child's mind" Chip asked, obviously more concerned about Rose than his mistress, as he tried and failed to quiet Harry.

"Oh, tucked away. I can just about access the surface memory…. She's. Gosh, she's with The Doctor. That man, he's The Doctor. The same Doctor with a new face. That hypocrite!" Cassandra growled. "I must get the name of his surgeon. I could do with a little work. Although nice rear bumper." Harry's crying finally grew to be too much for Cassandra, and with Chip being unable to silence the child she was considering just snapping the poor boy's neck and being done with it.

Lucky for Harry Rose's phone began to ring distracting the body stealer from her plans for infanticide. With Chip explaining the concept of a cellphone to her Cassandra managed to muddle her way through a conversation with The Doctor, explaining Harry's crying in the background as being a dirty diaper and that she'd catch up with him soon.


As The Doctor waited patiently for Rose and Harry to arrive he couldn't help but notice the Duke of Manhattan was in much higher spirits. And to his surprise the man had been cured of his disease, something that shouldn't have been possible for another thousand years. When The Doctor voiced how such a thing was impossible, one of the nearby nurses approached the Time Lord amused by his disbelief.

"Primitive species would accuse us of magic, but it's merely the tender application of science."

"How on Earth did you cure him?" The Doctor asked, slightly suspicious since he knew the medical technology to save that man didn't exist in that time.

"How on New Earth, you might say" the cat nurse joked, but The Doctor wasn't amused.

"What's in that solution?" he asked, noticing a colorful liquid being pumped into the Duke's system.

"A simple remedy" the nurse dismissed. Of course anything that could cure a lethal disease centuries in advance could never be called "simple"

"Then tell me what it." The Doctor persisted.

"I'm sorry. Patient confidentiality" the nurse said insincerely. "I don't believe we've met. My name is Matron Casp."

"I'm The Doctor."

"I think you'll find that we're the doctors here." Before The Doctor could try and press for answers Sister Jatt walked up, taking Casp away saying she was need in intensive care. Of course this worked just fine for The Doctor, who decided this was the perfect time to do what he did best, snoop around for answers.

Cassandra, realizing that the baby couldn't just suddenly disappear if she were to have The Doctor help her uncover the Sisterhood's secrets, had no choice but to tolerate Harry's crying as they arrived in Ward 26.

"There you are" greeted the Time Lord, having heard Harry's cries. "What's wrong with Harry?"

"Oh you know babies, always crying about something" Cassandra dismissed, having grown tired of being soaked by the child's tears she quickly passes the baby off to the Time Lord.

"Hmm maybe he's hungry, a good banana is what he needs. Plenty of potassium good for him just a great big mushy banana" The Doctor rambled for a bit, before remembering what he wanted to show Rose. With manic speed he pointed out several diseases that shouldn't have been possible to cure yet. The Sisterhood's medical science was extremely advanced making it all the more suspicious that they'd actively hide this. "If they've got the best medicine in the world, then why keep it a secret?"

"I can't Adam and Eve it" Cassandra joked, her improvised cockney accent sounding incredibly out of place to The Doctor. The fact that Harry continued to whimper around Rose for no apparent reason was also setting off alarm bells in the Time Lord's mind.

"What's. What's. What's with the voice?" he asked, finding Rose's behavior rather odd especially since he was talking about a mystery, something that usually excited the blonde.

"Oh, I don't know. Just larking about. New Earth, new me." the body snatcher deflected.

"Well, I can talk. New New Doctor." The Time Lord grinned, but he wasn't oblivious something was wrong with Rose and Harry knew it.

"Mmm, aren't you just" Cassandra purred, as she attempted to lean into The Doctor, Harry immediately started crying again causing the Time Lord to pull away as he checked on the child. "I'll be at that terminal" said the disgruntled body snatcher, pointing a computer terminal positioned in a corner of the room.

"What's wrong with you Harry?" The Doctor mussed, opening a weak channel between himself and the infant. Being part Time Lord, The Doctor knew Harry had inherited some of their traits and abilities, exactly what those were would reveal themselves as he got older but right now The Doctor knew that the boy was slightly telepathic.

Unfortunately Harry's young age not only meant he didn't fully understand what Cassandra had done, but his mind also wasn't yet ready to make full use of this ability, leaving The Doctor with only the rather messy image the boy's emotions were able to convey lest he cause Harry's mind irreparable damage.

Despite not getting a clear meaning from Harry's surface thoughts and emotions, one thing was clear to The Doctor something had happened to Rose and while he didn't fully understand what, Harry on a subconscious level knew something was wrong and wanted the real Rose Tyler back.

Until he could be sure just what exactly had happened to Rose, The Doctor decided to continue his investigation into the Sisterhood while keeping a close eye on Rose, or rather who ever or whatever was replacing her.

At the terminal as The Doctor searched the files for anything out of the ordinary he noted that this Rose acted as if she was very familiar with the technology of the era, meaning whoever had done this to Rose was from this time period, barring the possibility of another time traveler. Sadly nothing she did gave away exactly what had happened to Rose, for now it seemed all he could do was keep searching thinking that perhaps what happened to Rose was connected to the Sisterhood's secrecy.

"Nope, nothing odd. Surgery, post-op, nano-dentistry. No sign of a shop. They should have a shop." The Doctor rambled, annoying Cassandra who was even more desperate to discover the cat nuns' secrets than the Time Lord and his constant complaints about the hospital lacking a shop weren't helping her.

"No, it's missing something else. When I was downstairs, those Nurse Cat Nuns were talking about Intensive Care. Where is it?" said the body snatcher, trying to get them back on track.

"You're right, well done" The Doctor complimented, he was so preoccupied with keeping tabs on Rose that he failed to notice that the entire department wasn't on the building plans.

"Why would they hide a whole department? It's got to be there somewhere. Search the sub-frame." Now if Harry hadn't already tipped him off that certainly would have, Rose shouldn't know anything about computers centuries beyond her native time period.

"What if the sub-frames locked?" he asked testing her.

"Try the installation protocol." Cassandra said as if it were obvious.

"Yeah. Of course. Sorry. Hold on." Using his sonic screwdriver on the terminal, The Doctor was surprised to see the wall behind them slid down to reveal a darkened corridor. "Intensive Care. Certainly looks intensive."

As they entered the hidden corridor they failed to notice that their actions were noticed by Novice Hame. Cassandra led the way as they entered into a large chamber lined with cells, thousands of them. Curious as to what was inside The Doctor opened up the closest cell, what he found inside left him feeling a combination of horror and pity. Inside the cell was a deathly ill man, it was a miracle that he was even still breathing, his body was covered in scars and boils, absolutely nothing was healthy about the man.

"That's disgusting" said Cassandra, holding a hand over her mouth in an attempt to prevent catching whatever illness plagued the man. "What's wrong with him?" The Doctor however was more concerned with his inability to help the dying man.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." All he could do was close the cell, preventing the sickness from spreading. Moving on to another cell they found a young woman with the exact same symptoms.

"What disease is that?"

"All of them. Every single disease in the galaxy. They've been infected with everything."

"What about us? Are we safe?" The Doctor had a feeling that she wasn't asking out of concern for Harry, who had buried himself against the Time Lord's chest in hopes of hiding from both the scary looking people and Cassandra.

"The air's sterile. Just don't touch them."

"How many patients are there?"

"They aren't patients" said The Doctor, as looked out upon the countless thousands of cells filling the chamber.

"But they're sick." Cassandra noted, unable to follow The Doctor's reasoning.

"They were born sick. They're meant to be sick" the Time Lord spat, his anger rising. "They exist to be sick. Lab rats. No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything. They've built the ultimate research laboratory. A human farm."

"Why don't they just die?"

"Plague carries. The last to go."

"It was for the greater good" explained Novice Hame, entering the chamber. That such a gentle person could take part in something so twisted disturbed The Doctor greatly.

"Novice Hame, when you took your vows, did you agree to this?"

"The Sisterhood has sworn to help?"

"What, by killing?!" Novice Hame couldn't understand what the problem was and tried to reason with The Doctor.

"But they're not real people. They're specially grown. They have no proper existence."

"What's the turnover, hmm? Thousand a day? Thousand the next? Thousand the next? How many thousands? For how many years? How many?!" The Doctor demanded, regardless of how the nurse tried to justify it, this was genocide plan and simple.

"Mankind needed us. They came to this planet with so many illnesses. We couldn't cope. We did try. We tried everything. We tried using clone-meat and bio-cattle, but the results were too slow, so the Sisterhood grew its own flesh. That's all they are. Flesh."

"These people are alive."

"But think of those Humans out there, healthy and happy, because of us." Hame smiled, clearly a believer in the ends justifying the means.

"If they live because of this, then life is worthless."

"But who are you to decide that?" the nurse demanded of the Time Lord.

"I'm The Doctor. And if you don't like it, if you want to take it to a higher authority, there isn't one. It stops with me." Hame didn't know it but if it weren't for the Harry's presence and the mystery of how to fix Rose, she'd be facing the full wrath of the oncoming storm.

"Just to confirm. None of the humans in the city actually know about this?" Cassandra interjects, cutting through the tense moment. Seeking an escape from The Doctor's anger, Hame dutifully informed her that the people of New New York had no idea what the Sisterhood was doing.

"Hold on. I can understand the bodies. I can understand your vows. One thing I can't understand. What have you done to Rose?" The Doctor demanded, having grown tired of playing along with the charade.

"I don't know what you mean" said Hame nervously, starting to finally feel the power within the Time Lord's glare.

"I'm being very, very calm. You want to be aware of that. Very, very calm. And the only reason I'm being so very, very calm is that the brain is a delicate thing. Whatever you've done to Rose's head, I want it reversed."

"We haven't done anything" the cat persisted.

"I'm perfectly fine." Cassandra tried to assure The Doctor, but the Time Lord was through playing games and stepped back from the body snatcher, holding Harry protectively against her.

"These people are dying and Rose would care."

"Oh, all right, clever clogs." Cassandra rolled her eyes, dropping her fake accent. "Smarty pants. Lady-killer." The body snatcher tried to approach The Doctor but the Time Lord was determined to keep her at a safe distance.

"Who are you?"

"The last human" The Rose look alike smirked.

"Cassandra" said The Doctor in disbelief, only to fall unconscious shortly after as she hit him with knockout gas perfume.

Shortly after The Doctor woke to find himself trapped in a cell and Harry was missing.

"Aren't you lucky there was a spare?" Cassandra gloated, now joined by Chip looked in from outside the cell. "Standing room only."

"You've stolen Rose's body" The Doctor hissed, his anger grew as Cassandra held Harry up to the door, dangling him by the back of his shirt ignoring the baby's cries.

"Over the years, I've thought of a thousand ways to kill you, Doctor. And now, that's exactly what I've got. One thousand diseases. They pump the patients with a top-up every ten minutes. You've got about three minutes left. Enjoy."

"Let them go Cassandra!"

"I will. As soon as I've found someone younger, and less common, then I'll junk her with the waste along with this little brat."

"Cassandra" The Doctor growled.

"Now do behave, I'd hate to have to drop the poor baby over the side" The sadistic smirk on Cassandra put on Rose's face disgusted The Doctor in more ways than one, he knew he had to save them somehow but he'd have to be careful lest he risk Harry's life. "Now hushaby. It's showtime." Cassandra smirked as Novice Hame following her orders sent Casp and Jatt to speak with her.

"How can we help you?" asked Jatt.

"Straight to the point, Whiskers. I want money." She said plainly.

"The Sisterhood is a charity. We don't give money. We only accept." Casp explained, as if that would solve everything.

"The humans across the water pay you a fortune, and that's exactly what I need. A one-off payment, that's all I want. Oh, and perhaps a yacht. In return for which, I shall tell the city nothing of your institutional murder. Is that a deal?" Neither of the Sisters were concerned by Cassandra's attempt at black mail and refused to pay.

"I'll tell them, and you've no way of stopping me. You're not exactly Nuns with Guns. You're not even armed." Cassandra mocked, believing they'd have to see things her way. Unfortunately Cassandra forgot what happens when you corner a cat.

"Who needs arms when we have claws?" The cats' unsheathed their claws, as they prepared to do away with the human.

"Well, nice try. Chip? Plan B." Chip proceeded to pull a lever opening all the cells on their level including The Doctor's, who took the chance to escape as the diseased came piling out of their cells.

"What have you done?!" The Doctor demanded, not seeing the logic in Cassandra's plan.

"Gave the system a shot of adrenaline, just to wake them up. See you!" said the body snatcher, as she and Chip used the opportunity to run away The Doctor following close after her determined to rescue both Rose and Harry, leaving the cats to mercy of their creations.

Cassandra fled through the chamber with The Doctor was gaining on her, she was moments away from throwing the crying Harry away in hopes of stalling the Time Lord when more cells opened in front of her, release further infected.

"What the hell have you done?!" The Doctor demanded, having caught up to them, as the entire chamber began releasing all of the infected.

"It wasn't me" Cassandra denied, refusing to take responsibility for starting all this.

"One touch and you get every disease in the world, and I want them safe, Cassandra." The Doctor warned "We've got to go down."

"But there's thousands of them" Cassandra argued, the defeatist in her arguing the futility of running away.

"Run! Down! Down! Go down!" And they did just that barely avoiding the infected's deadly touch as the entire hospital fell into quarantine. With the elevators down Cassandra led the group towards her lair in the basement area, losing Chip along the way, of course the body stealer was only concerned with getting herself out alive. Reaching Cassandra's lair The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to seal the door behind them, buying them time before the infected could get in.

"We're trapped! What am I going to do?" Cassandra panicked, but The Doctor's tolerance had reached an end.

"Well, for starters, you're going to give Harry to me and leave that body." The Time Lord demanded, fully understanding what Cassandra had done now that he's seen her lair. "That psychograph is banned on every civilized planet. You're compressing Rose to death."

"But I've got nowhere to go. My original skin's dead. And in case you've forgotten I've got a hostage" Cassandra threatened, holding out the crying Harry.

"You've made a terrible mistake in thinking you can threaten those I care about Cassandra" The Doctor warned, keeping his sonic screwdriver trained on her. "There are ways for me to painfully tear you out of Rose, and trust me when I say she wouldn't feel a thing. You on the other hand will be lucky if I leave you floating as atoms in the air. Now give her back to me."

Cassandra wouldn't admit it but she was terrified by this change in The Doctor, she was starting to wonder if she'd pushed the man too far as the weight of the oncoming storm's wrath pressed down on her.

"Fine you asked for it." Whatever Cassandra planned to do would have to remain a mystery as Harry had gone into full hysterics, between the scary diseased people chasing them and being held by the woman possessing Rose, the boy's magic had finally reached a point that his bio-damper couldn't contain it anymore. Suddenly the boy's green eye gained a golden tint as he painfully forced Cassandra out of Rose's body, the blonde swayed threating to fall over until she was caught by The Doctor.

"Good to have you back" he smiled, a painful scream got the pairs attention as the misty form of Cassandra left without a body dissipated into air.

"What happened to her?" asked Rose, having regained her balance.

"Harry was so frightened that his magic forced Cassandra out of your body" The Doctor explained, checking on the drowsy infant still in Rose's arms, the baby's eyes regained their original green as he fell asleep.

"Guess that's what you meant about extreme cases." They didn't have long to enjoy their reunion as infected started breaking into the room, spotting a ladder they began to climb up the elevator shaft hoping to find safety in the upper levels. Just as they reached an exit Rose's ankle was grabbed, afraid that it was one of the infected she was relieved to see it was just Matron Casp but the feeling wasn't mutual.

"All our good work. All that healing. The good name of the Sisterhood. You have destroyed everything." The matron hissed, believing Rose was the one responsible.

"Rose hold on!" yells The Doctor, using his sonic screwdriver to open the elevator shaft. As The Doctor pulls Rose out of the elevator shaft, one of the infected grabs onto Casp spreading the disease as she falls to the bottom of the shaft dead before she hits the ground.

"What're we going to do?" asks Rose, believing that The Doctor would think of something but also fearful for Harry's safety as he sleeps obliviously in his carrier.

"I've got an idea" The Doctor assured, leading them into Ward 26 where they are almost attacked by Frau Clovis. After assuring those trapped in the ward that they were safe, Clovis informed them that she was attempting to have the police in the city break into the hospital to rescue them, regardless of the threat of spreading the disease to the outside. This of course didn't sit well with The Doctor and he quickly got to work, taking command of the situation.

"All right, fine. So I have to stop you lot as well. Suits me. Rose, novice Hame, everyone! Excuse me, your Grace (The Duke of NNY). Get me intravenous solutions for every single disease. Move it!" The Time Lord instructed as he ran around the ward collecting rope and a round device used to lower the Duke's bed.

"Now what Doctor?" Rose questioned, taking Harry as the Time Lord strapped the solutions to his chest with the rope he found.

"Now we're going down" The Doctor smiled, opening the elevator shaft he used his sonic to attach the device from the Duke's bed to the cable, creating a mini pulley to get them down quickly and safely. Move Harry to the relatively safe position of being strapped to her back Rose quickly hoped onto The Doctor's back, just as the infected entered the ward. Clovis and the others watched perplexed from behind a sealed door as The Doctor lowered them down the shaft.

Landing on top of the lift The Doctor got to work cooking up a cocktail, mixing all of the medicine into the lift's supply of disinfectant.

"I need you to hold that lever" he instructed, trusting Rose with his life without hesitation. "It'll fight but I need you to hold it until I say so."

"What about you?"

"I've got an appointment. The Doctor is in." The Time Lord smirked as he dropped down inside the elevator, Rose only smiled at his cheeky behavior trusting his plan to work.

Once inside The Doctor opened the door with his sonic screwdriver, the lift's door opened out into the lobby where the infected were gathered.

"I'm in here! Come on!" he yelled drawing their attention, one by one the infected approached. "Now!" As the infected entered the car the stage one disinfection activate spraying The Doctor's concoction into the lift, covering all those inside. One by one the diseased found themselves being cured and with each touch they passed it on until every last one of the infected were cured.

"Brilliant" Rose smiled, joining The Doctor in the lobby. "They're all cured." The Doctor, Rose, and the now awake Harry soon took part in just hugging the newly cured humans, who basked in their first experience of physical contact.

"Look at it Rose" The Doctor cheered. "It's a new sub-species, a brand new form of life. New humans! Look at them. Look! Grown by cats, kept in the dark, fed by tubes, but completely, completely alive. The human race just keeps on going, keeps on changing. Life will out! Ha!"

Rose and Harry found themselves joining in The Doctor's good mood, despite all the trouble of the day in the end they did some good and that made today a win. Later after the quarantine was lifted the surviving members of the Sisterhood of Plentitude were arrested by the NNYPD.

"The Face of Boe!" shouted The Doctor remembering why they were there in the first place. Rushing back to the tank that held their friend, they found The Face of Boe awake and waiting for them. "You were supposed to be dying" he smirked, happy that his friend seemed to be recovering.

"There are better things to do today. Dying can wait" said The Face of Boe telepathically, his voice ancient and comforting. "I have grown tired with the universe, Doctor, but you have taught me to look at it anew."

"There are legends, you know, saying that you're millions of years old" the Time Lord smiled.

"There are?" Boe asked, acting as if this was news to him. "But that's impossible."

"Wouldn't it just. I got the impression there was something you wanted to tell me." The Doctor kneeled to The Face of Boe's eye level, moving as close to his face as possible as if what he was about to say was too important to be said in anything but hushed tones.

"A great secret" the face 'whispered' in conformation.

"So the legend says."

"It can wait" The Face of Boe teased, enjoying the childish pout on The Doctor's face.

"Oh does it have too?"

"You should learn some patience from your child, Doctor. We shall meet again, for the third time, for the last time, and the truth shall be told. Until that day." The Face of Boe then beamed away, tank and all.

"That is enigmatic. That, that is, that is textbook enigmatic" said The Doctor, impressed by the flashy exit.

"Guess we aren't the only ones who know how to make an exit" Rose comments, before they can leave for the TARDIS they're surprised to see Chip standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry but Cassandra is gone" the Time Lord explains, much to Chip's horror. The Doctor and Rose watch as the only person in the world that actually cared for Cassandra cried his heart out, but there was nothing they could do Cassandra was gone and nothing could bring her back. With Chip inconsolable they left him alone in the basement lair with Cassandra's remains to wait out the end of his half-life.

"So where to now Doctor?" asked Rose, as she placed a sleeping Harry in his crib on the TARDIS.

"Anywhere but a hospital" said the Time Lord.

"How about Barcelona, the planet I mean" the blonde suggested, remembering that The Doctor's previous incarnation had planned to take her there. "How much trouble can we get into a planet of dogs, plus we should probably try to avoid too many dangerous adventures until Harry's a little older."

"Barcelona it is" The Doctor agreed, setting the coordinates. The TARDIS soon disappeared into the vortex as they began their next trip.


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